He floundered for a moment - if it were possible to flounder on land - with his legs flailing uselessly and his back wriggling against the crook of tree roots. They were tightly packed with snow, but somehow in his falling Amon had forced some snow out from between some hefty roots and gotten his shoulders wedged in. He was laying on his back, or rather... On his tailbone, with his shoulders wedged as if he were sitting in an armchair.
You alright?!
Somnia exclaimed as she trekked over, navigating with far more ease than Amon. He huffed and did not give an answer at first - too busy wriggling and trying to de-wedge his shoulders. While doing this little shimmy, an audible pop crackled through the still air - and he sucked in a sharp, pained breath. Okay, so that ain't a good sound - or a good feeling.
He stopped wiggling.
Aye, think you can break the roots somehow? I'm mighty stuck - and I think I just dislocated somethin'.
So much for finding a safe place for little kids to play. 'Can't even find a safe place for me to walk!'